CHAPTER SEVEN
Harry makes her way to Collins mausoleum, not knowing entirely what to expect. Any number of folk might have released Bigby by now, with Rumson, Isabella, and the Professor at the top of Harry's list of hypotheticals. Or she might find the Professor, the Doctor, and that Regina woman all laying low there. Or dead with their throats torn out, and Bigby a raving madman. One less thing to think about, regardless, and possibly several less things.